This is the third time in two years I've packed up all my stuff and said goodbye. Normally, at the 1.5 week mark, I have piles of stuff strewn about, as I madly edit what stays and what goes.
For example,


But, I feel I've grown up a bit this year, and perhaps the proof is in the picture
I am nearly done packing and I'm not leaving for another 1.3 weeks. I feel like Megan 2.o.
I know my friends (particularly the ones in Liberia who were helping me finish packing 15 minutes before the Land Rover was leaving the ship to take me to the airport : ) would be proud.
1 comment:
oh meg, i'm gonna miss you! we never did get together :( are you having a going away party again before you go?!? hope so! love you, robyn
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